Of course. This awful fracas must have exhausted you.
Minister.
(Shaking his finger playfully at her.) No fancy cakes now!
Duchess.
There are none in my house, not even to-night. I may not be clever, but I can see the obvious as well as most people, and it is glaringly obvious that anyone whose hands are steady enough to decorate foodstuffs can handle tools of more use to the country. (To Maid by curtains.) Go and fetch some hot coffee at once. I will stay by the curtains while you are gone. Don’t say one word to anyone, mind!
(She goes out quickly through door right. Meanwhile Smithers systematically searches all Varlie’s pockets. He finds a revolver, which he lays out with an accusing look.)
Smithers.
That don’t look like a clergyman, sir!
Varlie.